From: FCPHAW@news.delphi.com (FCPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
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Subject: FCP: FINAL Chronicals of the Dreamquester (m/m, minors)
Date: 25 Nov 1995 20:53:19 -0500
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FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:
CHRONICLES OF THE DREAMQUESTER
I was sitting in the milk bar having a rest from carpet cleaning.
My van was parked outside as I had one more apartment to clean
that day. There was no urgency to do the job as the place was
empty.
It was still high summer, and I was thinking again about Simon.
It had been two weeks since I had last seen him, and even
though I had left my pager number with him, he had still not yet
contacted me. I drifted off into my day dream, thinking about the
Nirvana I had experienced in his presence. I snapped out of it as
my beeped started scrolling the long awaited for message.
"Gooday Merlin, wanna swim?" Simon.
"The boy must be telepathic." I thought to myself. I arrived at
his house about half an hour later. He opened the door wearing a
white toweling bathing robe.
"Hi, I missed you," he said. "Mums at work and she won't be
home until late." Once again I was struck by his handsome boy
looks, and pearl white teeth.
"Where do you want to swim Simon, here or at the beach?" I
asked, still drinking in the sight of his tanned young legs
disappearing under the virgin white bath robe.
"Let's swim here. MY pool will be a lot more private. Come
on!." I followed him, needing no further prodding.
The back patio had a small spa and a sauna in one corner, and
the water sparkled, throwing off myriad's of tiny crystal light,
like fairy dancers ready to invite us to participate in the
beckoning mystery.
Simon threw his towel over the back of a sun lounger, and
slipped off the bath robe. I felt my heart miss a beat and I held
my breath again in admiration at his beautiful twelve-year-old
physique. He was wearing a small black nylon thong... It
briefly covered his smooth young member in a tantalizing vee
and ran high over the hips following the natural shape of his
pelvic line and disappearing delightfully with a T, into the
crevice of his well muscled tight little buns. It was the first time I
had seen a boy in a g-string, and I was not disappointed.
"I thought you would like my cozzie." He said. "My mum
thought I would get a decent tan out wearing it, so she bought it
when she was on holiday in Italy last year. Can't wear it on the
beach though, the other lads might get the idea I'm a poofter."
He laughed impishly and dived into the cool clear water.
I watched in admiration as he and his silhouette plied along with
the practiced motion of strong leg lick and muscular arm pull.
I stripped off and dived in too, drifting close to him and together
we surfaced, coughing, sputtering, and laughing. The sunlight
flashed off the rippling water which ran down his brown young
body like a million liquid diamonds...
We splashed each other and I thrilled as I held him briefly before
throwing him playfully into the air. He squealed with delight and
my heart sang, and again my desire burned. We quieted in the
shadows; I held him in deep embrace and kissed him long and
hard. He moaned softly, clamping his firm young thighs tightly
around my leg, as slowly I reached into the snug little pouch that
stretched to accommodate my questing hand...
Slowly I worked his smooth young member in hand; the water
lapping gently onto our ankles only to be dragged back, taking
with it hundreds of perfectly miniature white shells; captured and
caught in the water's turbid retreat.
The heat of the day was over, with the golden orb of fire sinking
slowly to the bottom of the world, like pink candy floss turned
purple with twilight's last gleaming.
We sat on the edge of a salt water rock pool talking quietly, we
had fallen into each other's company with the ease of old friends
who had fallen into each other physically, and now knew each
other intimately.
Feet dangling in the crystal water, he looked around, briefly and
stood up. We were alone...
He removed his electric blue athletic shorts and stood briefly
contoured in the evening light, before jumping into the water.
The sight of the string hugging him so barely aroused me again.
I swam to him and chased him playfully. When I caught him he
had to pay a penalty...
I ducked beneath the water and stripped the string completely off
him. He lay back legs opening slightly as I sealed my lips
around his boyhood and shamelessly received his rapidly
stiffening little rod into my mouth. I came up for air and then
returned to the act feeling the small pulses of his excitement
begin to peak.
The sun went down and the heat of the day faded as we
attempted to cool our passion...
Summer is now gone and Autumn is on the way, but the echoes
of a memory are sweet...
THE END
THIS IS THE FINAL POSTING OF THIS STORY